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I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
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September Mood: dark chocolate desserts, reading XVIII century love letters, flea markets, last rose flowers, foggy evenings, long bubble baths, journaling every night, nostalgic train rides, wandering in libraries and bookshops.
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"I'm not very good at making specific plans. Just meet me under the sky somewhere and be alive with me."
—Victoria Erickson
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" It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. "
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
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Sunrise in Alice Springs NT, Australia (2023)
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do you ever laugh with your friends and think oh this is the point. this is the point of everything
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Nie możesz powiedzieć, że mnie znasz, jeżeli nigdy nie rozmawiałeś ze mną w nocy.
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“If you knew how hard it was, and how long it took, to rebuild my little universe of peace and happiness then you would understand why I’m so picky about who I allow in my life.”
— Weird People
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“Sometimes you have to lose your mind before you come to your senses.”
— Socrates
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“I’ve been thinking too much, help me.”
— Twenty-One Pilots, “Ride”
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“W Tobie się gubię na moment, w Tobie się gubię na miesiąc, kwartał, wieczność.”
- taconafide
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czuję już twój dotyk niemal
tylko ty mnie umiesz włączyć
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“Twoje biodra są jak winyl, więc jeszcze je kręć”
-Taco Hemingway
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Your skin was poetry to me. To understand it was depth, to feel it was a heaviness. You can feel in love or fall in love, one day you will understand the difference.
words by dominic riccitello
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i dive between your lips
how i love to feel melancholy bliss
words seem to exist between short breaths
i gasp forth for
dances in forests between rocks and saltwater
we revel in a deepened madness
one which was casually frolicked through
shaded by versions of you
loss of your rear view mirror
words which broke became clearer
things said shift forward
like the years in the corner
broken breaths in the distance
lips on your neck
such aggressive fingers
i transcend in danger
linger between hello and beaux
things make sense if you let them
we take two words and form meaning
you either listen or you move position
it was always hello
even if our conditions never listened
tongues never twisted
and i never met you
francisco
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